Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.